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In which Hong Kong works at Starbucks and Canada comes by just to see him every day on the way to class.
For canadian-jager! Sorry about the long wait. ;u;
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Recipient: germancronus Pairing: Germany/ Fem!Austria Rating: K Notes: Hey I'm your back up santa, Hope this is okay for you. I went with your favourite pairing as you have waited so long.
“ You know bruder, you should ring her”
Ludwig looked up from his paper work he was in the middle of doing and to the door frame where his brother was stood. The albino’s scarlet gaze set upon him with an almost hint of a smirk on his face. The german just gave him a short glare before going back to his paper work.
“Leave Gilbert, you have no say on the matter” His voice was bland and slightly cold as he spoke, preferring his attention to be on the thing that matter most, the paper work which was due very soon. He had no time to be distracted by his brother or other matters such as that of the heart. This thought caused him to pause but only for a fraction of a second before he continued. “Don’t you have work to do bruder?”
“Of course” The smirk on the albino’s face widened. “I’ve got to work on getting you back together with her kesesese” Ludwig grimaced at his brothers cackle, he swore that it was going to hurt his throat to the point he would be unable to speak anymore. Ludwig ignored the fact that he heard his brother near the desk only to see the scarlet gaze pear over the paperwork. “Come on west we both know you miss her, und you love her”
“Out now!” The german slammed the paper work down and stood up, glaring at his brother, hoping he would now leave him alone to continue with the work that needed his attention more than the Prussian did right now. Unfortunately Gilbert didn’t move, instead he was moving the phone slightly that rested on Ludwig’s desk until it sat perfectly straight. Once he was happy with himself, he started to dial a number into the keys. Watching from the corner of his eyes, Ludwig had a twinge of pain shoot through his heart as he realised he was dialling HER number.
“Mein gott Gilbert nein!” He moved quickly but not quickly enough. As he grabbed the receiver in his hand he heard a familiar voice on the other end. Her sweet gentle voice drifting from the phone as he stood there looking at the phone. His stomach in knots and making him feel slightly ill but none of it showed on his face.
Rolling his eyes Gilbert took the phone from his stunned brother and answered for him. The voice on the other end of the phone sounding annoyed at first that she had been left with no answer for so long until it began to soften as Gilbert continued to “sort things” for his younger brother. Ludwig wasn’t paying attention to their conversation or at least the half he could hear from Gilbert. Blood was pounding in his ears making everything sound muffled. His brother was right he still loved her but he couldn’t bring himself to admit it to any one nor could he bring himself to go back to her. All he could continue to tell himself was that he was a complete and utter idiot.
“ No need to Danke me west,” After what seemed like hours for Ludwig, Gilbert had put down the phone and was smirking at his brother. Shaking his head a little the german came round to his senses and looked at his brother. “ You better hurry up otherwise you will be late to pick her up”
“Gilbert…what have you done?” There was shock in his voice, Gilbert had done something and Ludwig knew he wasn’t going to be too pleased by it.
“ Got you a date, und this time Luddy, don’t argue with the frau. Gut luck bruder” Smirking Gilbert left leaving a half confused Ludwig staring at the door frame he had just left through. It took a minute to sink in before Ludwig began to rush. He had so much to do and no such little time to do it. At this rate he would never be ready in time.
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“ Nein, He was Austrian!” Ludwig looked into the dark framed violet eyes as they suddenly got angry. He couldn’t understand what was going on. So far their first date had gone so well. She looked beautiful, her brunette hair cascading down around her shoulders and dressed in a lovely white and lilac dress that just made her look so amazing in Ludwig’s eyes. They had been getting on as if nothing had happened before then their talk turned to music and she had started to get angry. All Ludwig had done was say that Beethoven was one of Germany’s great classical composers, and that is when it had wrong. She had blinked at him and her beautiful smile had faded, instead she just sat there looking at him in disbelief.
“I can’t believe you would invite me out then do the same exact thing that caused us to break up in the first place. Mein gott Ludwig what is wrong with you?” She moved herself to stand, but Ludwig’s hand shot out holding her hand.
“ Ich liebe dich” The words escaped his mouth before he could stop them, causing the Austrian to stop in her tracks and look into the shining blue eyes of the blonde. She was frozen to the spot just staring at him, unsure how to take the words or what to say. Instead she sat herself back down and replaced the napkin back across her lap. Ludwig was taken back as he watched her reassume her composure and give him a sweet smile.
“ Shall we continue? I think desert is next” She spoke moving her hand across the table to his hand, holding it in her own stroking the skin with her delicate musician’s fingers, causing a shiver to run through Ludwig.
“Ja desert is next” He took her hand and placed a soft tender kiss across her knuckles causing a light blush to sweep over her cheeks “I don’t wish to be too forward but, Shall we go back to mine for desert ?” Smiling she shook her head softly
“Nein” She leaned forward beckoning Ludwig to do the same. When they were an inch from each other she moved to the side and placed a kiss on the outer shell of his ear before whispering “Mein place ist better, it has no Gilbert waiting for us”
For: kirkland--arthur Rated: E10+/T for mild language Pairing: Germany/England Also posted to AO3
In which Prussia sets up a date and neither of the parties know it
New York. January 6, 2014.
Germany was… not pleased with America today. It was negative 15 degrees Celsius in New York at the moment. If this was what it took for America to finally take global climate change seriously, so be it, but to drag Germany away from his own lovely weather to discuss it was incredibly irritating. As he looked around the United Nations gathering, he noticed that the only ones who seemed to be at all less than annoyed and cold were America and his brother, Canada, who was having even worse weather and was likely looking for any excuse to go even a little south.
Even more unfortunately, his “helpful” older brother decided to tag along, apparently to ensure that his weekend would be a complete waste of time rather than just most of one. At least he had done Germany the favor of bringing an iPad with him to play Candy Crush Saga through the meetings with, rather than trying to borrow his laptop every few minutes.
When the meeting was over, Prussia stayed downstairs, to “catch up with old pals” that they saw monthly at EU meetings and whose homes he visited with some frequency. It quickly became obvious that “catching up” meant “getting sloshed with Spain and whoever else he can rope in”, and Germany decided that heading upstairs to his room would be a prudent course of action. Preferably before Prussia got it into his head that asking America where the best bars in New York are would be a good idea.
When he arrived in his and his brother’s shared suite, he took off and neatly hung up his tie and coat, allowing himself the opportunity to unwind a little from the meeting. These gave him a headache at the best of times, with all the yelling and fighting and yelling, but it usually wasn’t quite so cold when they did it. Just as he pulled out his laptop to see if there were any new documentaries on Netflix, someone knocked at the door. This was unusual – Prussia and Italy would usually just barge in, Romano would tell him to come out with some amount of vulgarity, and none of Prussia’s usual drinking buddies had any reason to believe they may have left something in here yet. Having ruled out all likely possibilities, he assumed it was Japan.
It was not Japan.
He opened the door to discover England, with his hands stuffed in his pockets and his foot tapping.
“Er, hello, Prussia said that he had something to show me before we go drinking that he’d brought and asked me to wait in your room for him since he knows I’m not overly fond of the pre-drinking socialization bit, so, erm, if I may?”
Germany opened the door further to let him in. “Come in, have a seat. I don’t know what he might want to show you, since he didn’t tell me anything, but I’m sure he’ll be up soon.” He felt heat rising to his cheeks, and hoped it wasn’t nearly as noticeable as it felt. They sat in silence for a few moments. England displayed a keen interest in the state of his fingernails, and Germany felt the atmosphere growing more and more awkward by the minute. “Would you like something warm to drink while you wait? I didn’t bring any tea, but I have some hot chocolate, or coffee….”
“Chocolate would be marvelous, thank you.”
Relieved, Germany got up to go make it. He had never really had the chance to be in a room alone with England before; generally, their interactions had been either during affairs of the state or during battle, neither of which afforded much in the way of privacy. Besides, since World War Two ended, he suspected that either Bavaria or Hesse – or likely both – had taken it upon themselves to ensure that even then, he was buffered by at least one other Germanic language-speaking nation. He was an awkward sort of person at the best of times, and being alone with his crush in complete silence wasn’t exactly helping.
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England was starting to curse Prussia’s very existence. It must be his idea of a joke, making him wait here while he laughed and joked with the other nations downstairs. This entire situation would never have even happened if he hadn’t gotten so drunk last month. The only reason he even knew what happened last month is because Scotland wouldn’t shut up about it, crowing like the cock he is about his newly-discovered crush ammunition, as though England didn’t know about his long-standing and poorly-hidden adoration of the frog across the channel, which just goes to show both how drunk England was and how willing he was to get off the subject of his emotions, even in his own head.
When Germany offered to make drinks, he was afraid he answered far more quickly than was strictly polite. However, drinking chocolate with Germany seemed more appealing than staring at his fingers trying to think of what to say to him, if for no other reason than sipping a drink would give him an excuse not to say anything.
When Germany returned with a pair of mugs, England tried not to notice how large his hands were, or how carefully he set them down on the side table. He also tried very hard to neither blush nor bite his lower lip. He failed at all these things.
“Er, thank you for the chocolate. That’s a very nice mug,” he said, picking up it up and taking a sip.
“Thank you.”
Anything he might have had to say vanished completely when he heard Germany’s low bass voice, and he cursed himself for being so awkward.
Several minutes of awkward silence later, Germany spoke. “Ah, I don’t think Prussia’s coming up anytime soon. You can stay if you like, though.” Was it just England, or was Germany several shades pinker than usual? It had to be America’s horrendous weather; even inside, it was several notches colder than by all rights it ought to be. After a pause, Germany continued, “I was going to watch the Real Madrid game. And Spain said you’re a fan.”
You know what, courtesy be damned. He was going to take the opportunity to watch the game with Germany, and he was going to have material to form a conversation with him later.
It was going to be a good night.
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A/N: On a note, the Real Madrid game on the 6th actually took place at 4PM New York time, but I figure some channel or other would play it later, probably.
Recipient: Tiia/tiidere Pairing: Finland/Germany Rating: G Notes: well, there are some genitals touching so maybe the rating isn't exactly correct. ^^; I'm your Back-up santa so I tried to include as many of your prompts as I could into the fic. I hope you like it!
Blue Danube For a moment he thought he had heard something unusual outside. His sleepy mind tried to tell him what it had been but it hardly got a word in before he turned to his side and fell asleep again, lulled by the sound of the rain drumming to the roof. The second time he woke up just enough to realize that there actually was something amiss. It was not a nice feeling to have in the middle of the night with the rainstorm of the year raging outside, in fact it was probably the worst feeling one could get the situation considered, and it helped him quickly out of bed. Finland dressed swiftly in a pajama (that he habitually wore only out of bed for reasons not even he could properly explain), turned on the lights and listened again. At first there was only the rain and the wind smashing against his house with enough power to shake the whole building. Windows rattled in their frames and his landline telephone 'plinnngged' eerily just a fraction of a second before each thunderbolt. He pondered for a moment, still uncertain of what had woken him up, and then decided to turn on the porch lights outside as well. Peering through the wet glass he could see that one side of them had gone out, probably smashed by something thrown at them by the storm. Weather like this was nothing out of ordinary in the late summer and to be frank he had been expecting a thunderstorm after the weeks and weeks of unrelenting heat. That evening the barometer had plummeted and the air had taken on a sickly yellow hue, and he had barely had enough time to run indoors and close all the windows before the world seemed to fall away, darkness rolled over his summer cottage and the skies opened above him. Suddenly the sound was there again and it shook him out of his thoughts. Someone, now closer by, was shouting. Finland threw a raincoat on and opened the door. The wind threw it out of his hand slamming it to the side, and he had to wrestle the elements for a while before he could close it again. He made an estimation to which direction the sound had come from and yelled a response. After a while he tried again and was just about to give it a third go when something moved in the almost ink black shadows of the forest. For a while it was but another shadow but it drew closer until it began to take on lighter hue, eventually popping into existence as if the forest had been trying to keep him to the last minute before its grip on the man had slipped away. For a while Finland just watched him in silence. The surprise visitor stopped in his tracks and stared back for a while and it was actually him who spoke first: “Good evening.” Finland smiled and tried to return the greeting, but somehow what came out instead was: “Don't just stand there!” * * * * * Finland threw a few logs into the fireplace. It was still warm although the fire had burned out earlier on but right now he needed more than just that. His visitor was drying his hair vigorously with a towel, looking every bit ridiculous in a bathing robe that was far too small for him but alas, was also the only piece of garment that would fit him at all. Finland lit a small piece of birch bark under the logs and was happy when they caught on fire almost immediately, pointed out a drying rack for the wet clothes and hurried off to find a quilt and something warm to drink. When he returned Germany was matter-of-factly hanging his boxers on the rack, his hair tousled and wet, his arms protruding from the all-too-short sleeves of the stripy, blue bathing robe. He had folded each item of clothing so that they'd dry neatly, possibly with creases at exactly the right places which made him smile a bit - no matter what Germany would always be Germany. Finland handed him the quilt and the mug of hot blackcurrant juice and told him to sit down closer to the fire. This was another truth about Germany: when he was staying at somebody else's place he seemed incapable of doing anything without being told to but when he received orders he followed them meticulously. He sat down, still holding the mug in one hand and the quilt in another, seemingly uncertain of what to do next. Oh well, Finland thought and took the quilt, wrapping it around him for him. “Better now?” he smiled and almost kissed him on the nose. Well, almost wasn't quite what it had been – it had simply been a thought that had slipped into his mind somehow, nothing worse. He sat back and made sure to put some space between them. It had been nothing, just a, well, thought. It had not been even close, really. Besides who ever would actually go and do something like that to Germany? No one, definitely not him. Yes. Germany had thankfully not noticed anything unusual. He was taking a careful sip, holding the mug with both hands to warm his fingers. That, and the shivering were the only things that betrayed his discomfort. Germany may have been five minutes away from freezing to death but no one would ever know that by looking at him... or listening, Finland added in his mind, Germany never complained. “What were you doing out there?” He eventually said. “Didn't you hear the storm warnings?” “I wanted to take a walk in the forest”, Germany replied in an even tone. “Somehow I got lost. I was following all the instructions I had, I have no idea what went wrong.” “What instructions were those?” “To always keep on the path and never stray from it, and additionally to follow the red ribbons around trees.” “And you did both?” “I thought the first point was more important so I didn't stray from the path even once, but the red markings did suddenly stop appearing.” Finland let out a small sigh. There were so many paths in the forest, all criss-crossing each other, each with their own purpose and reason. Some of them would lead you apparently nowhere at all. That's why the pathways had to be marked, to show which of them was the one to follow and not to stray from. Finland made a quiet note of that he would have to see to it that the instructions were re-written in a way that allowed no mistakes like these in the future. * * * * * “Whoa! Let me get the candles.” “Hm. A tree probably fell on a powerline somewhere. How long does it usually take for your people to fix these situations?” “Well... that entirely depends... for most of the country they try to get the electricity back immediately via some other route and then go see what caused the problem in the first place. However, here in the middle of nowhere... could take a few days.” Even though the room was now barely illuminated by the fire Finland could feel Germany's disapproval almost visibly wafting through the air. He continued quickly: “That – that doesn't mean we're not prepared for it though! Most summer cottages can function perfectly even without electricity. I've got a good stack of candles for light, the kamiina – that smaller fireplace over there – can be used for cooking food, it's so warm during the summers that we won't have to worry about heating in general and... well... er... would you like to listen to some music? I know this is not typical of summer cottages but I actually can do it, even without electricity.” He had been babbling along almost frantically, trying to distract Germany, and remembering the gramophone was a huge relief. It also worked. “Really? I wouldn't mind some music. What do you have?” Finland, now busily setting up the gramophone from its box, replied cheerfully: “Well it's an old thing, most of the things I have are... let's see... mostly classical music. Haha, hey, you'll definitely know this guy's work! He lived right next door to you.” Finland set the old disk on its plate, turned the crank and set the needle. A quiet, scratchy sound of Blue Danube suddenly filled the room. “Hey if you're still feeling cold you could dance it out now.” As soon as he had said it he knew it had been a mistake. It had been meant to be a joke but Germany simply took it as a sincere suggestion because – of course he would. “Well, why not. A Viennese waltz does warm you up efficiently.” Finland was momentarily silenced by just the situation he had created. He watched, mute, as Germany tied the bathing robe tighter around his waist, strode over to him and extended his arm – and then to his own surprise his body seemed to accept it automatically, he placed his hand on Germany's somewhat timidly and let himself be helped upright. “I'm not very good at Viennese -” he began, but in fact dancing with Germany was surprisingly easy. Finland marveled for a moment how his hand that seemed large and clumsy held his hand and the middle of his back so gently, yet so dependably. His dancing style was perhaps a little stiff and on the slow side, but Finland welcomed that: he had not been lying about not being very good at Viennese waltz. The normal kind he could do without a problem but flying around the floor (although the current one was rather a small one) effortlessly did not come naturally to him. He caught a glimpse of the both of them in a mirror and almost laughed at the sight of Germany with the ends of the bathing robe swishing around his legs and his hair uncharacteristically messy, but seeing how happy his dancing partner looked like stopped him. Well, why not, he concluded in his mind. Dancing was fun, that's why it had been invented in the first place. There was no reason he could not help Germany warm himself up with a little exercise he seemed to be enjoying. Germany changed the direction of spinning and as his front pressed lightly against his all thoughts in Finland's head ground to a sudden halt. Er, yes, his brain made its final attempt at anything rational, he would have to find him a change of underwear, since Germany's own were now hanging neatly folded on the drying rack.
Title: Decorating the Christmas Tree - Nyo!Netherlands/Canada
To: Annamari
Notes: And part two! You put Netherlands and Christmas tree in the same list. Couldn't help myself. I don't know when in the drawing process I went with Nyotalia, but then again I like drawing girls so much. Sorry that you had a long wait for this! (Also I wanted to do HunPol so much gosh. Put that on my list of pairings I need to draw.)
-Julie~
Title: Christmas Dance - Hungary/Belgium
To: Annamari
Notes: Back-up Santa here! I ended up doing two pairs of lesbians (never give me free rein to do genderbends/nyotalia). I also couldn't get long, elegant dresses out of my head. Also capes too! Second part coming your way in a bit, Annamari!